I remember as a young mother driving down a street of very small and humble houses. I saw a woman sweeping the porch of one house and wondered what motivated her to do that. Did someone tell her to sweep the porch? Did she sweep the porch on certain days? Did she sweep the porch only when she noticed it needed sweeping?
My house and porches and carport at that time were big, and it was easy to get behind when it came to keeping it all swept clean. My biggest motivation for cleaning occurred when company was coming, and I felt guilty that I didn't give my family the same consideration on a regular basis. They deserved better than that.
It's taken me years, but I've finally learned to pick a time to clean the floors, which I do once a week unless we've been extra messy, and then I'll use a whisk broom and dustpan in-between times. Tomorrow morning, I'll vacuum the hardwood floors and rugs and then steam-clean the hardwood floors, (for which I gladly abandoned the mop for a light-weight steam cleaner). With the size of our house now, I can get it done in an hour. The porches take about fifteen minutes. And it feels so good to walk on clean floors for a while. Then I don't give it another thought until next week.
Have you ever watched an archeological dig on television? How did entire structures and civilizations get buried over time? I've decided that somebody got behind on their sweeping.
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